"Beauty's only skin deep? Bah. Tell that to this lovely kidney~"
Name: Florence Richardson Nicknames/Aliases:She's garnered many over the years, mostly from bullies. But she does like the nickname Nightie. X-Men Code Name: Stitches Gender: Female Age: 16 Physical Description: At about 5'4" and 96 pounds, it's not exactly wrong to say that Florence is a rather frail individual. She doesn't have many curves to her body, something that she somewhat resents along with her height. Her skin is deathly pale due to a near constant avoidance of the sun, which leads to her becoming sunburned quite easily. Her eyes are a bright hazel/green depending on the light and are also somewhat small. Florence's face and features show her half Asian heritage. Her hair is platinum blonde, but she likes to partially dye it brown because she doesn't like how bright it is naturally. Typical clothing include t-shirts with red crosses, a brown or black leather jacket, and a pleated plaid skirt. She wears small, thin-rimmed black glasses with rubies embedded in the hinges.
Mutations: Florence was born with telekinesis and an unnaturally high intellect for a human being. Unfortunately for her, she never had the same kind of almighty telekinesis as others. Her telekinesis was limited to about an arms length, maybe a foot or two more, in front of her and behind her. All things considered, that sounds like it should be highly useless, but there is a saving grace. Her telekinesis has several modes of operation, or so she says. This has yet to be proven, as she refuses to show. And along with that claim, it is confirmed that her telekinesis has a quantifiable enhance in strength and general force. Probably as a result of being short-changed on range. Although she hasn't managed to do it, she reasons that eventually she might be able to shift around someone's organs if they're very close to her. She has not attempted however, as she doesn't want to do it and accidentally rupture anything.
Her intellect is genius level, perhaps a bit lower on the scale but still superhuman. She graduated out of school quite early in life and has a great grasp on higher level maths, a couple of languages, and human anatomy down to a T. Her intellect was boosted greatly around the time of her mutant awakening, throwing her brain into overdrive for a short while. Unfortunately, it seems that around the time of her awakening she was also inflicted with a bit of slight intense psychological instability as well as a lack of inhibition.
Personality: As previously mentioned, Florence is a bit... unstable. It's very easy for her to change emotions on a dime, and can switch back and forth between moods so fast that it can even surprise her. When she's not flipping back and forth between several emotions like a crazed dog that hasn't seen a human in several years, she's usually a very cheery and smile-filled individual who has a tendency to be quite playful. Unfortunately, she can be a bit too rough with her play and can end up seeming a bit creepy as well. Florence, since her awakening, has had a deteriorating sense of inhibition and she finds it much easier to be open with others as well as reaching for personal goals.
She takes an odd amount of enjoyment from the human body, enjoying showing off her expertise with anatomy by pointing out specific muscles and bones, as well as major arteries. Another quirk of hers is to point her hand out in a finger gun position and say "Bang" quietly when someone gets near her. Never really explained by her. Florence is very, very nervous and paranoid about being attacked or taken away in her sleep and as such, tends to deprive herself of sleep for days at a time. She also suffers from sleep-walking and typically ties herself down before she goes to sleep.
Background: Florence had a rather normal life growing up. She went to school like any other kid, but as she got older and older her mother took note of her daughter's intelligence and began to push her somewhat to do more with what she had. Piano lessons, advanced placement, skipping grades. And, honestly, Florence was happy with it. She wanted to be a doctor more than anything, to help people, to cure illnesses previously considered incurable. Then she awoke.
When her mutant power awoke itself, in the middle of her college education, she freaked out for days on end wondering what it would mean for her. Her career, her future. But as days passed, she found more and more that she didn't care about her career much anymore. She wanted to further explore her abilities, but wanted to do so that'd be safe for her. After doing some online searching, she found out about Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. However, upon attempting to find more information about it, she was redirected several times to Ashford's Institute. Deciding that that might be her best chance (and it was closer, gas money and all that), she enrolled in the school as quickly as she could and has since settled in somewhat. Although day by day, she continues to deteriorate mentally.
Recap of your mutations awakening: Kids are cruel, man. Florence knew that better than anyone, she thought. One day she was sitting in her school's courtyard, eating her lunch by herself to avoid conflict with her fellow students when she felt something hit the back of her head, hard. When she turned around, she saw one of the girls that'd been bothering her since she arrived at the school with a handful of rocks. She attempted to simply avoid conflict and smile the girl away, but the she wasn't having it.
As soon as she turned around another rock was thrown at her head. And when she attempted to ignore the girl in the hopes that she'd just get bored, another rock. After 3 or so rocks and the back of her head becoming sore, Florence could no longer take it. She turned around to scream at the girl, but as soon as she did another rock came whirling at her face. She braced for impact as fast as she could but expressed shock when she didn't feel intense pain in the following moments. When her eyes opened, the girl was staring in a wide-eyed fashion as the rock stopped itself in mid-air and crushed itself to dust. Almost immediately, Florence ran to the infirmary to be sent home early on the grounds of hallucination.
She found out a few days later that it wasn't a hallucination.
Name: Has the name D.M.M branded on her neck, but her real name is lost to her. Race: A somewhat magical humanoid race from an area in Ba'luure, somewhat close to The Belt. Gender: Female Age: 19 History/Small Description: Brynhild never really got the experience of having a home or a family for very long, as her father was a man who had made enemies in many places across Valkeir. One day, not too long after Brynhild's 4th birthday, her family was slowly and quietly picked off one by one until she was the only one left. Alone. That was when a man walked in, and offered to take care of her if she came with him. He had a warm smile, and claimed to be a very good friend of her father's. She very quickly took him up on the offer, as she didn't want to be alone any longer. Looking back, she regrets this moment dearly. The home this man was offering was a trap, and Brynhild had fell for it quite easily in her blind trust of the man. He began experimenting on her, injecting things into her body and modifying her system. He made it quite clear to her, during his testing, that his intent was to create a perfect hybrid of Magic and Dull technology. Brynhild made several attempts at freedom, only to be stopped by a shock to the neck from an implant on her closest one. The torture only went on and on, until eventually she escaped by overpowering him when he let his guard down for too long and suffocating him with her shielding magic. After gathering some funds and random items laying about on the ground, she left that place for good, determined to put that behind her. She decided that no longer would she be referred to by her "slave" name. She then took on the name she was told was her mother's. Brynhild. Weight: 193 lbs, a good 50 of that being implants and biomechanics. Height: 5'8" Affiliation: None, acts as a drifter for the most part.
Whilst making a thread, you can click a button to choose whether or not you want the first post in the OOC or the IC. Should be just above the post box. .w.
On the list of things that Brynhild had expected to happen on that day, mass hysteria wasn't in the top 10. Luckily for her, she sat tucked in a darker alleyway and away from most of the pandemonium going on. But she wasn't going to wait for it to come to her, and quickly began to move away in any direction that she could, keeping a tight grip of her bag as she did. Her free hand was kept at the ready, albeit subtly, to defend herself should the situation so require.
She continued sprinting along her path, not exactly sure where safety would be but followed several others that were also fleeing. Definitely the best course of action.